My Mothers Death Put Me in a Courtroom and a Home That Isnt Mine
I don’t really remember the crash. Not clearly. What sticks with me is the rain—first a faint whisper, then loud enough to drown out the music in the car. I remember Mom laughing. I remember her teasing me about Nate from chemistry class. I remember the sudden flash of headlights coming straight at us. And…
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